ransom - Murdah Music lyrics

rate me

We like a platoon, I be with some wild, wild boys

In the saloon killing like some wild cowboys

Bow down boys, you need to eat, chow down boys

And get hit with the pound soundboard

Fuck a shot, I don’t fuck with cops, nigga, I’m like Al Capone

Once they release you they gonna eat you outta house and home

Cop that, leaning off the chrome

You been a hater, dump you in incinerators, never found your bones

Now we got the coke back bouncing

We cocaine cowboys, you Brokeback Mountain

Flow like a fountain, throw one a thousand

900 stacks, that’s racks, you in housing

We tryna get real estate

Do the right thing, left it right wing in the real estate

I feel the hate as I feel the buzz

Build a buzz sorta like the high that you feel from drugs

And I don’t need rehab

I could play with The Rock, this shit off like Steve Nash

Medicinal though, got the weed pass

Everything official to flow, I can see cash

Money, everybody gully

Full clip in my wall reach with the skully

Snug fit on my thug shit

Got that 38 with the snow tip

I ain’t stressing, please, he stressed at these

Powder everywhere like zed believes

Why you all timmid?

‘Cause my pockets got a ball jamming?

I’m in the hood and I indulge in it

Authentic, y’all fabricated

The whips all tinted, just a mascaraed that I had to say it

‘Cause now I’m getting aggravated

I’m mad, they hated, they never congratulated

Niggas mad, they don’t show gratitude

Walk in these rapper shoes

I ain’t gotta respect these niggas who paid half the dues

I can scream out names but then what that approve?

Jerry Heller, these fat niggas who got an attitude

This is all coast, pull strings like a tar nose

Turn a live nigga into compost

There ain’t no convos ‘cause eulogy is coming to in threes

Through the grease you can freeze in the coolest breeze

Think you should leave, niggas ain’t too into your bars

‘Cause niggas pointing fingers like I’m sending you home

There’s a live band playing, gun in the guitar case

Scarface, shootout speeding while in a car chase

Both the gav niggas on park place

Raw apes, look at the look at Nicki Minaj’ face

Look at these phony niggas you call great

I lost faith between shootouts, killings, and court dates

I’m brass, what can I say?

Filthiest nigga in the church like can I pray?

Grimiest nigga on the bench like can I play?

And leave these incognito niggas MIA

People that judge us, I bet they suffer twice

Drop the ME’s, nigga, look up to Christ

You ain’t gotta believe, nigga, I’m fucking nice

Me and Hitch, best two men never to clutch a mic